Mulberry Hill (Alice Cary Poems)
OH, sweet was the eve when I came from the mill,Adown the green windings of Mulberry hill:My heart like a ...
OH, sweet was the eve when I came from the mill,Adown the green windings of Mulberry hill:My heart like a ...
Pinker than the roses that enrich a summer's day, Splashing in the bath tub or just kicking them in play, ...
SWEET is a rosebud, pink or red,And sweet are the blooms of May,And sweet is the fragrance about us shedOn ...
Dahlias fill a wondrous garden; Peonies from the land of palms. Radiant in their musky splendor; Tulips with ...
The cuckoo-throb, the heartbeat of the Spring;The rosebud's blush that leaves it as it growsInto the full-eyed fair unblushing rose;The ...
HAVING known Love, all its unmeasured heights, All its unfathomed depths, I go my way, In full content that these ...
You gave your love a posy and she set it on a stand, Where it freshly bloom'd and sweetly ...
A MemoryLITTLE elfin maid,Old, though scarce two years,With your big dark hazel eyesTenderer than tears,And your rosebud mouthLisping jocund things,Breaking ...
If I often go to church today,It's to see that girl so good,Fresh as a new rosebud.What does anyone need ...
ROSE-SHEATHED beside the rosebud tongue Lurks the young adder's tooth; Milk-mild from new-born hemlock-bluth The earliest drops are wrung: And ...
The nursery fire burns brightly, crackling in cheerful little explosions and trails of sparks up the back of the chimney. ...
ON a rocky peak once sat I early, Gazing on the mist with eyes unmoving; Stretch'd out like a pall ...
ONCE a boy a Rosebud spied, Heathrose fair and tender, All array'd in youthful pride,-- Quickly to the spot he ...
I DO confess thou art sae fair, I was been o'er the lugs in luve, Had I na found the ...
BEAUTEOUS Rosebud, young and gay, Blooming in thy early May, Never may'st thou, lovely flower, Chilly shrink in sleety shower! ...
Before this scarf was faded, What hours of mirth it knew; How gayly it paraded From smiling eyes to view. ...
Come into the garden, Maud, For the black bat, Night, has flown, Come into the garden, Maud, I am here ...
Come into the garden, Maud, For the black bat, Night, has flown, Come into the garden, Maud, I am here ...
Sir Walter Vivian all a summer's day Gave his broad lawns until the set of sun Up to the people: ...
Men have navels more or less; Some are neat, some not Being fat I must confess Mine is far from ...
We brought him in from between the lines: we'd better have let him lie; For what's the use of risking ...
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